After my bro went to Iraq my mom pretty much dedicated her life to helping veterans of all wars re-integrate. Some of the stories are harrowing, but the support network is beyond anything this country has ever had before. Interestingly, the support network is coming from the left and the very quiet left wing that exists in the churches, and not the "I'm so Proud of You" cheek pinchers on the Right.

My ex is a super liberal (she makes me look like Cena mark, complete with wrestling makeup and stories of his Fundamentalist Mission and their cultural rape/destruction of Africa) who lives in Alaska. She just posted all these pictures of her slicing open a living pig. She's going to eat the entire thing over a period of a month.

It's a fascinating film really. The orts of my childhood are splayed open and then raped. I am forced to watch it, an alien hand holds my chin. A phallic finger pushes into my mouth. It is too hard to bite down. With each shitty costume, each unbearable decision in art direction, down to the uninspired sound mixing, my life becomes less interesting.
Somewhere, I see younger versions of me (they won't even let me keep myself). They are busy trading Star Wars novels. A nine year old, a 12 year old, 15... I see the degradation of my youth, from the gangrape of Episode III to the complete dissolution of my personality in World of Warcraft, I find myself incapable of developing any kind of objective eye.

Meanwhile, in Hollywood, Joseph Campbell has become Campbell's soup. Compressed solids of sage characters, Aristotilian poetics turned printed en masse on tiny slivers of spam, a spoonful of archetypes, all interchangeable, flavorless, disconnected from the wilderness of imagination that once bore their primitive seeds.

I am forced to watch this, the finger in my mouth has been replaced by a razor, and I no longer have a voice. I am simply carried endlessly on a shittily produced river of mediocrity.

It's probably the same drastic limitation that keeps us from building plasma separators all over the place, and that that the cost of construction and operation far outweigh the final product in the short term...

I would give my right arm to see video of him getting arrested back in the 90's for protesting outside of Bohemian Grove because he thought that Ronald Reagan was performing child sacrifice rituals to the God Moloch instead of just a bunch of people setting off fireworks in front of an owl statue and getting loaded.